Frostfire Ridge i'd take the coldness from your eyes

For @Zezemel — potential recruit thread #4.

Things were coming along well, Týrr reflected as he did his routine check of the caches he'd made within Frostfire Ridge's heartland. Perhaps such an action had been borne of little but arrogance, but that was not something that the Amazon Rekkr had ever considered himself as. Confident, certainly. Yet, there was a fair and faint line between confidence and arrogance. Even before things had begun to truly progress he had known he was not alone. Perhaps he was alone in the dream, but even when majority of Duskfire Glacier vanished to the winds he trusted that Manauia would be by his side, even if she was not happy about it. In honesty, Týrr was not sure Manauia knew how to be happy, but hoped that the appearance of Nochtli and Citali, and their vow to stay as he deigned to rise an empire would put her mind at ease. She was no longer alone, and he had gained two recruits in their refusal to leave him, albeit, there were two more triggers for his memories which were scarce as they were wisps — barely tangible. For the moment, it did not feel like Tezcacoatl was attempting to spring from his skull and covertly, Týrr took a small measure of relief from it. He was in no hurry to remember who he'd been, content to let them come as they pleased. The migraines that came from prying into the memories, attempting to extract them himself would make him appear unstable and would open an unwanted opportunity to challenge him for his title of King before he could even see it brought to fruition. No. Frostfire Ridge was his, and he would not let another steal what he had claimed. He did not worry so much about this, though, for in his months of living here and preparing it to sustain a pack (which it could do adequately enough without his efforts), none had rose to challenge his intended claim.

A soft snort left his black, leathery nostrils as he continued forth, absently trekking the path of his caches with leisure. The women were somewhere, either together or separate but he knew that one of them was close. One of them was always close, as if he were still the boy he'd been when they had first left, in need of their protection. Nevertheless, he humored them because he was in no real mood to deal with three nagging women if he refused (not that they'd ever given him a real choice). One was enough for him.